I don't think I've ever read poetry, ever.

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind.

Sporadic thoughts will pop into my head and I'll have to go write something down, and the next thing you know, I've written a whole song in an hour.

Everything always happens for a reason.

Yeah, it's been a ride I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one Now some of you might still be in that place If you're trying to get out, just follow me I'll get you there

In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter, my soul is the fluid. My flow sparks it right up.

I might talk about killing people, but that doesn't mean I do it.